Through the mist of early morning
As the day dissolves the night
There stands a lonely figure
Called the Keeper of the Light

Her torch shines on eternally
With majesty so rare
I catch my breath and realize
I'd forgotten she was there

She never tires of standing
Through weather fierce or fair
And she bows her head to no one;
Steadfast with nostrils flared

Her beauty's beyond measure
Defying human terms
She's ready to do battle
With a passion never spurned

One arm is raised in triumph
Through the bittersweet dark night
She stands for all who've been brought low
She's the Keeper of the Light

Karen Shaw Matteson
2002


The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.
What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly;
it is dearness only that gives everything its value.
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather
strength from distress and grow brave by reflection.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink;
but he whose heart is firm,
and whose conscience approves his conduct,
will pursue his principles unto death."
-~ Thomas Paine






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